Title: Why Only You?

By: Sabaku no Ichigo

Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki x Toshiro Hitsugaya (IchiHitsu)

Rating: T

Hey y'all! Sorry it's taken me a few days to post something. I've been working on stuff for school and it has been hell. Junior projects are not fun! Anyway, here is my second attempt at an IchiHitsu fanfic, and it is not based on a song. Well, wish me luck J

Of course, I do not own Bleach, but if I did, Ichigo and Toshiro would be at it like rabbits in a cage J Sorry if I offended anyone :/

CHAPTER 1

Ichigo Kurosaki trudged through the snowy streets of Karakura Town, not bothering to make eye contact with anyone that day. Especially not his friends, whom he had left behind almost an hour ago. He was deep in thought, wondering why, after all this time, he still found the snow so beautiful. Maybe it was because of him. Maybe it was because… I still love him. Ichigo just shook his head and snow fell out of his bright orange hair. Why me? Why do I always get abandoned? I didn't do anything wrong. It's his fault! I can't see him… not after what he did.

Ichigo continued to walk aimlessly, having no idea where to drag himself next. As the snow continued to fall, the temperature began to drop drastically. But because of how confused he was, Ichigo didn't mind the stinging cold. Hell, it was better than this crappy feeling he had brewing inside himself right now. He paid no mind to the fact that he had been very ill the past week and that being out in the extreme cold with nothing but a long sleeved shirt and skinny jeans was not a very wise idea. Ichigo didn't care about anything anymore, especially when it concerned himself.

When he found out what his boyfriend did to him… it sent Ichigo Kurosaki into a spiraling depression that no one had ever seen before. He never had gotten to hear the whole story from his ex-boyfriend, but he hadn't wanted to hear it. His father, head of the Kurosaki Clinic, had performed numerous examinations on Ichigo, sent him to see countless other doctors, and dragged him to counseling for almost a month.

That was a year ago. Nothing had changed, except that Ichigo had developed a self inflicted illness because of the severe depression. He had to drop out of college because of all the sick days he was constantly taking. It didn't matter to him if he was a failure; he felt nothing anymore

And today, Ichigo was again feeling numb, reminiscing to what had caused him to become like he was today, at just twenty years old.

Flashback starts:

Ichigo was practically soaring in the clouds by the end of the school day. He was just informed by his boyfriend that he was to meet him somewhere special for their first anniversary, since the Soul Society gave him a few extra day of leave. He still couldn't believe it! I never knew that Toshiro would be the romantic type. Planning something special for our anniversary. Ichigo was told to meet Toshiro outside of Urahara's Shop at seven o'clock that evening. Things were finally starting to look promising in their relationship.

Ichigo thought about his little snow dragon the whole way home from Karakura High. They had first met when Ichigo and company had taken the Soul Society by storm, turning it upside down. Although that is when they first saw each other, they did not get better acquainted until after the deal with Senna, when Kusaka had come back to haunt the young prodigy. Ichigo had not liked that one bit and did everything in his power to help the younger taicho with his inner demons. Toshiro Hitsugaya- His hair as white, if not whiter, as a newly fallen winter snow. His eyes were the cool aqua one might see when staring into the sea after a storm. And his skin was pale and soft. Ichigo couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend in the entire universe. Although when he first asked Toshiro out on a date, he got the routing Hitsugaya-taicho speech and a bloody nose. But everything was working out, for now.

When he arrived home, Ichigo acted like there was nothing out of the ordinary. He opened the front door, greeted Yuzu and Karin, was almost smothered by his father if he had not had the habit of flinging his foot up in the air to greet his old man's face, and walked upstairs to his small room, where Kon should be waiting to pester him about his day. But when he finally opened the door to his room, Ichigo was surprised to find Kon asleep on his bed. I wonder what he snuck out to do last night. Oh well.

Three agonizing hours went by until it was time for Ichigo to finally get ready for his anniversary surprise. He jumped in the shower and fussed over what to wear for a good ten minutes. He finally settled with a pair of gray skinny jeans, a red t shirt, and his favorite black hoodie. Oh yeah, he was feeling epic!

When Ichigo made his way downstairs, he remembered one important hindering factor between himself and the door.

Oh shit. Dad. He doesn't know about me and Toshiro.

"Hey Yuzu, can you tell Dad I'm going out and will be gone for a few hours? It's special." Ichigo winked at his younger blond haired sister to get the message across. In other words, Don't let Dad find out I have a boyfriend and that it's our one year anniversary without you knowing that I had a boyfriend in the first place.

Yuzu looked at her brother with a huge grin. "Sure Ichi-nii! You got it!" She moved closer to him and whispered, "Have a great time with Hitsugaya-kun! Happy anniversary!"

Ichigo couldn't help it as a smile crept its way to his face. He bent down and hugged his younger sister. "Thanks a lot, Yuzu. I will. I'll call you at midnight if I'm not home yet."

"Bye Ichigo!"

That was the last time in over a year that she would see her brother happy.

Ichigo was in such high spirits that he didn't even pay attention to the punks making fun of his unusual orange hair. On any normal night he would walk over to them and kick their asses, but tonight was special. He was meeting his beautiful boyfriend for their first anniversary of one year of not killing each other. Although his boyfriend would very rarely admit it, Ichigo knew that no matter what, Toshiro loved him. Two people in love just know these things about each other, no matter if the words are spoken or silent.

He made his way down the street and caught sight of Urahara's Shop just around the corner. The lights were on and he could hear voices inside.

"Ah, Ichigo," came a voice from behind the orange-haired shinigami.

Ichigo's chocolate colored eyes almost popped out of his head at the sudden voice. "Oh shit Kisuke, you scared me! Don't you know I hate it when you do that?"

Kisuke Urahara, eyes hidden behind blond hair and a green and white striped hat, held up his fan to cover the lower half of his face. "I've been waiting for you. Hitsugaya-kun is already around back. He has been here for a while now, also waiting for you."

"Sorry, I guess I must have been daydreaming or something on the way over here."

"It's alright. Follow me, Ichigo."

Ichigo followed Urahara into the small shop as he was led to the back door.

"Right through this door," Urahara said with a sly smile on his face. "I'll leave you two alone. Have a nice time."

Ichigo couldn't wait until he saw his snow dragon again. It had been almost two weeks and he was beginning to long for the cold reiatsu pouring from the young wielder of Hyourinmaru. He opened the door ever so slowly. When he saw what awaited him, his smile left his face and his brown eyes became filled with horror.

"Oh. My. God." Those were the only words that came to Ichigo's mouth when he saw the ungodly sight before him.

What he saw was Toshiro Hitsugaya, his boyfriend of one year, and Renji Abarai, his friend of almost five years, in each other's arms and kissing almost passionately. Ichigo was then met with two pairs of eyes. One pair of cool aqua eyes were sad and surprised. The other pair, consisting of reddish brown eyes, looked almost possessive and lustful.

Toshiro looked at his strawberry boyfriend. "Ichigo…"

Renji interrupted, "What the hell are you doing here, Ichigo?"

If life were a cartoon, Ichigo's whole body would have been red and steam would be shooting out his ears. Since life is indeed not a cartoon, he had one of the most disgusted yet sorrowful look on his face that he had not adorned since he had seen his mother die.

"Toshiro… Renji… Do either of you care to explain to me just WHAT THE FUCK YOU TWO ARE DOING?.!"

"Well, if you really wanna know…" Renji started but was forced to stop due to a huge amount of pain that spread throughout his whole body due to a kick where a male shouldn't be kicked, thanks to Toshiro, who tried to explain.

"Ichigo, this is not what it looks like, I swear. I was just…"

"You were just what, Toshiro? If you came in on me doing that with some other man, WHAT THE HELL WOULD YOU THINK I WAS DOING?"

As Renji started his way towards Toshiro again, this time it was Ichigo who kicked him directly in the face. "I-I can't believe that af-after a whole y-year of dating that y-you would d-do something like… like THIS! Do you still not care about what I feel, Toshiro? Am I still, after one god damn year, not a good enough boyfriend?"

"Ichigo, I-I'm sorry, but this is not-"

"Like hell it's not!" Ichigo made his way to the door that lead through the shop when he turned around to face his boyfriend and the red haired son of a bitch with tears flowing from his eyes and down his cheeks, staining the ground. "I hope you are happy, Hitsugaya-taicho!"

Toshiro was left to stare dumbfounded at the door after the only good thing to ever happen in his life.

End of Flashback

That was the last time he had seen Toshiro. The last time he would probably ever see his little white haired prodigy.

Ichigo was now so delirious and lost in thought that he didn't notice the small form in front of him that almost matched the snow that was now laying on the ground. He fumbled over the small form and fell mercilessly to the ground, unconscious from the almost fatal stress on his body.

The white form stood up from the ground and turned around, ready about to kick someone in the balls when he saw the figure with orange hair lying on the ground.

"… Ichigo? Ichigo?" When the white haired boy got no response from the body on the ground, he began to panic. He knelt down on the ground and took the unconscious form of his former boyfriend in his arms. It's a good thing I'm in my gigai. I would never be able to get this strawberry idiot some help. Toshiro Hitsugaya took the ill man, unconscious in his arms, to the nearest clinic… the Kurosaki Clinic.

OMG I did it! I actually have a plan for a story with a few chapters! Also, if I make Toshiro a little OOC in this fic, it is because I have read too many stories where Ichigo is always worrying about Toshiro, and then Toshiro gets mad at him for worrying. I wanted to do a story where Toshiro actually worries for the safety of his boyfriend for once. So, the next chapter should be out soon! I'll try my best! Please review so I can know if I need to make the second chapter better or keep it the same!